I wanted to put her in my pocket and take her everywhere with me.
Nicole started telling Zoey all about our escapade at Calum's booth, but my attention span was practically nonexistent. I found myself looking around the mass of people that were creating a half circle surrounding the booth where the future anal queen was blowing kisses as she dropped her ass to the floor like a seasoned stripper.
"I'm gonna go pee," I poked Nikki in the back, and she just waved me off.
"I'll wait for you here," she said.
Shouldering my way through the crowd, I tried to venture in the direction where I thought the restrooms were. It amazed me how many people were here. Miami had some major pervs, I had to say. Myself included, of course. A couple of minutes later, I took a sharp left only to find that I was back right where I started.
"Need a tour guide?" a familiar, silky voice asked from behind me.
I turned around to find the same green eyes from earlier peering at me in amusement. "I'm looking for the restroom."
He tilted his head in the direction I had gone earlier, a soft smile crowding the corner of his full lips. "C'mon, I'll show you where it's at before you pee on yourself."
"Thanks," I told him, giving him a smile.
My new friend shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his slim-fitting, worn in jeans. I noticed that he put his hoodie up and over his baseball cap, so only his face was exposed beneath the black cotton. He smirked. "Are you having fun?"
An unladylike scoff escaped my throat. I blushed furiously, keeping my eyes glued to the floor while I followed him around a left turn. "Well, it's an experience, you know?"
He just laughed as he nodded, like he completely understood what I was talking about. "That's a polite way of putting it. Did you come out of curiosity or...?"
"You can put it like that," I said, with another smile, looking far up at him. His pretty, sparkly eyes flitted between the floor and me. "I keep expecting to see my Grandma here, or something though. It's weird."
I really didn't know why I told him that. It might have been because he seemed to be trying to blend in, like me, by wearing that cap and hoodie, or maybe not. It was his smile, probably, that did it. I was normally pretty quiet by nature. It took me six classes to talk to Josh for the first time, and he was the second most outgoing person I knew besides Zoey.
"I saw my aunt at one of these once a couple of years ago. I think we both wanted the ground to swallow us whole," he admitted to me with his clear, deep voice.
"I heard my parents having sex once. I was traumatized for life," I offered him, like a moron. If I could have punched myself right then without looking like a demented fool, I would have.
He grimaced, but chuckled. "Did you say anything to them afterward?"
"Are you insane?" I snorted.
"Well," he shrugged his broad shoulders up. "If you're stuck being traumatized forever, they should too. Don't you think?"
As stupid as it sounded, I realized he had a point. "I guess," I said before my bastard brain made me relive the memory of that fateful night. Ughhh. I had just come down the stairs to get a glass of water when I happened to walk by their room and heard noises that would haunt me for the rest of my life. The shudder that rumbled through my body was ridiculous, but he chuckled.
After taking another left turn, I realized we were actually just two booths down from where we'd started our walk, and I looked back and forth down the row before settling my gaze on his face. He gave me that cute bashful smile again, knowing he'd been caught. "The restroom is right here. I'll wait for you so you don't get lost on your way back, okay?"
He was too fucking cute for his own good, and I wanted to know why he was being so nice. "Okay, Magellan."
He held his hand out to me, with its long, limber fingers, for me to shake. I found myself grasping his large, warm hand without a second thought. "It's Tristan actually, you little gold digger." he said, with a wink.
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I laughed like a crazy person the entire time I was in the restroom. The lady that came out of the stall next to mine, wearing a dominatrix outfit, looked at me like I had two heads. I was so thoroughly amused, I didn't give a shit.
A gold digger.
I snorted while I rinsed off my hands, then dried them. This guy, Tristan, was too cute for his own good, it didn't help that he seemed to feel comfortable enough around me to crack jokes about me. It took Nicole months to start whipping out lines about my bladder control or hair when it resembled a rat's nest. Should I be offended? Probably, but if Andrew Wood, my all time favorite porn star, made fun of me, I would laugh and smile. If he said I was a man, I'd go with it. Tristan felt like an old friend, and I liked it. I felt more comfortable around him than I probably should have, but oh fucking well.
He stood right outside the door when I made my way out, his back facing the crowd behind him, but he looked up the moment he heard the door swing. Bright eyes looked me over so quickly I almost missed it but didn't. "I was starting to worry you fell in the toilet."
I rolled my eyes at him, but smiled. "I didn't even take that long."
"I know," he said, and we started walking toward where he found me. "So... I didn't catch your name..."
